I have so many things to blog about. So many. Just no time.
I want to tell you about Mia, and how she's growing so fast. How she's sitting up now and occasionally gets there by herself. I haven't seen her do it yet, but I'll turn around and she'll be sitting. Or she'll start crying in bed and I'll go in to check on her and she's sitting and confused as to how to get back to the sleeping position. I want to tell you how she's so tiny, still wearing size 2 diapers at 7 months old. That she smiles all day long and I wonder if her face must hurt from all the grinning. She loves her voice and loves to squeal and babble on and on. And that I think she's going to be like her brother and talk non stop. She's growing so fast is scares me. It makes me sad to know that she's our last and I feel like I need to soak up every single moment of her sweet preciousness. When I put her to bed at night, she snuggles so close to me I feel like she's trying to get inside of me. And I want her there again.
I want to rave about
BJ and his inquisitiveness. His four year old wonder and awe of the world around him. His love of everything except bedtime and tomatoes. How he tells me at least 20 times a day that he loves me more than anything else in the world. The sweaty, boyish smell of him after a long day of play, and how wonderful and clean and soft he is just after his bath. His love of books and his odd choices of subjects at the library. His box of treasures, pieces of old glass that seem to be all over our property, acorns, fossils, and many, many rocks. How he brings me
fistfuls of wild flowers almost daily and insists that we put them in a vase full of water. That he wants to be a
helicopter pilot when he grows up, but that it might be too hard to learn. About his injuries, head wounds, scratches, and bug bites that seem to be endless.
I also want to blog about my
business and how I'm so busy sometimes I feel like I'm missing out on all of the above. About the conscious effort I make each and every day to spend as much time away from my laptop and with my kids. But it's so hard when there is a never ending list of clients. And those clients, how wonderful each and every one of them is. How different and unique each design is. And my
business partner, who is amazing and crazy and freaking hilarious. She makes me laugh at least 100 times a day. And inspires me just as much. About
Arianne, the newest member of the Be Design family, and how she is such a perfect fit and fills a serious need for us. And that she makes me laugh almost as much as
Beth.
And my friend,
Lisa. My dear sweet friend. I could talk to her on the phone at least 4 times a day and share a slew of emails back and forth and we still have so much to say. I want to tell you how I wish she lived next door, so she could send her kids over when she needs a nap and vice
versa. So we could sit up and eat ice cream together and watch TV late into the night. I would love to be able to go shopping with her to make those important decisions on bedding for the kids' rooms. Or furniture. Or baby clothes.
I also want to mention my husband and how hard he works and how I miss seeing him everyday. It's been almost 2 years that we've lived apart during the week. And while I feel, without a doubt, our marriage is stronger now, I still miss being able to unwind on the front porch with him and talk about our days after we get the kids in bed. Talk about the ups, the downs, and the in
betweens.
And I want to blog about me. About how I never stop going. How in order to make everything above possible, I have to juggle a million things and work late into the night. And about how happy I am with everything, and with the exception of my lack of sleep, I wouldn't change a single thing. Except I would request that the damn
raccoon that keeps getting into my trash can at night and spreading garbage all over my yard please stop. For the love of all that is good and peaceful. Stay out of my
motherf..., well, you know, trash.
So that's what I've been wanting to blog about.